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Mar 2012
You are loved.
I know you have forgotten lately,
and it feels like no one is home.
The room is always dark,
you cant catch your breath,
and tomorrow will never come.
It will. Tomorrow will come
with bright eyes and foreign skin.
Drink tomorrow's liquor,
and you will be renewed.
Some things are born of necessity.
Alissa Rogers
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Alissa Rogers  The Lonely Mountain, NC
(The Lonely Mountain, NC)   
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